Shen Yanhe's phone suddenly began to vibrate in her hand.
She came back to her senses and, seeing the word "Grandma" on the screen, pursed her lips and clicked to answer, "Grandma—"
"Yanhe, did you go and hit your aunt a couple of days ago?"
The elderly woman's voice on the other end didn't wait for her to finish, interrupting her sternly, "Speak up!"
Shen Yanhe had not expected Shen Guowei to tell Grandma about the incident. After a few seconds of silence, she answered very firmly, "Yes, she deserved it."
The elderly woman's breathing on the other end of the phone grew heavier, as if she was infuriated, her voice sharp, "Shen Yanhe! What have I taught you since you were little? I taught you to respect your elders and cherish the young!"
"Even if an elder criticizes you, as their junior, talking back to them wouldn't be a big deal, but how could you hit someone? Do you know what people in the village are saying about you now?"
